Paige Summers was noncommittal in response to Summers Twelve's question, but he had already taken her silence as confirmation.
He was instantly overcome with emotion. Fat tears rolled from his eyes, but a smile touched his lips.
He was genuinely happy, his joy mingled with hope and a trace of pain.
Paige Summers's hand faltered.
The tear landed on the back of her hand, and she snatched her hand back as if she'd been burned.
For some reason, her own heart began to ache.
'Although I'm not the original Paige Summers, ever since I arrived, I've been slowly integrating into this world and into this identity.'
'I feel sorrow for what happened to the Summers Family, and I want to avenge their downfall.'
'I felt indignant on behalf of my father, but in the end, I even came to accept my mother.'
'Right here, right now, I *am* Paige Summers!'
'A descendant of the Summers Family!'
'I had also hoped that members of the Summers Family were still alive…'
